Jin Ling, who had figured out this, was relieved, although her expression did not change at all, but her whole temperament had a subtle change at this moment.In the past, it was emotionless indifference, but now it is a pampering and humiliation after seeing through it.The door of the Zhenguo Mansion was opened again, but this time it was an old man who was nearly half a hundred years old, dressed in a python robe, with a majestic bearing, followed by the chief steward of the mansion and the family who had helped Jin Ling spread the message before."
It's her, and the thing is what this Kun Dao brought."
Jia Ding shouted.The half-hundred-year-old man walked quickly to Jin Ling, and asked anxiously: "Where did you get that purple clay pot?"
Jin Ling looked at the earnest attitude of the chief steward and the family behind the old man, and thought that this person should be the current Zhenguo Gong, as for the descendants of the old man, Jin Ling didn't know."
An old man gave it away."
Jin Ling said softly."
Where is he" Zhen Guogong's attitude was very strange, which made Jin Ling frown slightly, thinking to himself that they must not know where the old man was buried, otherwise how could they ask her.Jin Ling simply told him about the old man, and after hearing this, Zhen Guogong beat his chest and shook his feet, and looked up to the sky with a sad roar."
Grandfather, my grandson is not filial, but I didn't know until today that you were buried outside the city, and my grandson was not filial."
Jin Ling was not interested in their family affairs, and stood silently by waiting for Zhen Guogong to finish crying.After a while, Zhen Guogong relieved himself, wiped his tears and said: "Don't blame Kundao, it was really some accidents back then, so that the old man didn't know where his grandfather was buried, so he could only set up an ancestral hall in the mansion and worship it every day." ”Since Kun Dao can see his grandfather and his old man, he must be living well in the underworld, so the old man is relieved.Thank you Kun Dao, and please Kun Dao to live in the old man's house for a few days, so that the old man can do his best to be a landlord. ”Jin Ling glanced at the Gaomen compound behind Zhen Guogong, shook his head and said: "No need, I came to ask to see your national teacher, and I also asked Zhen Guogong to arrange one or two for me, I will stay in the Bright Moon Inn in the city these days, if Zhen Guogong arranges it, he will send someone to find me." ”Jin Ling turned to leave, and Zhen Guogong wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he didn't stay."
Master, because of the canonization of Huwei, our Zhenguo Mansion and the National Teacher have reached a tense situation, and at this time, I am afraid it is not appropriate to help this Kun Dao introduce the National Teacher."
The chief butler whispered in Zhen Guogong's ear.Zhen Guogong grabbed the teapot in his hand and looked sad, "It's not appropriate, but the news that this Kun Dao brought back his grandfather is a great favor, how can the old man not report it."
Let's go back first, Old Man Rong thinks about it. ”Jin Ling didn't have any silver taels on her, and she didn't have anything to sell here, so she walked through the streets of the bazaar, paying close attention to the small vendors around her, thinking about things that could make money.Seeing that it was still early, Jin Ling stopped by a stall selling calligraphy and paintings, the owner of which was a middle-aged scribe with a kind face, with his own calligraphy paintings on the stall, and he held a book and read it with relish in front of his face.Jin Ling inserted the demon god flag with the word Jishi written on it in the gap between the blue bricks, and directly knelt on the ground, and placed the medicine box in front of him.Pedestrians came and went on the road, and the surrounding vendors also looked at her curiously, most of them circulating on her handsome face, and sighed at her extraordinary temperament.Jin Ling cleared his throat and shouted: "Incurable diseases, get rid of them." ”Her voice was drowned out in the cacophony of voices, not even from the stall next door.Jin Ling actually felt a little burned on her face at this time, thinking that she had never done anything in her life, and at this time, she was just selling on the side of the road, and she couldn't open her mouth, and her heart was still not open-minded enough.After adjusting his mentality, Jin Ling shouted again: "Incurable diseases, get rid of the disease." ”She shouted one after another, one by one louder than the other, and when she really shouted, the feeling of embarrassment faded, sometimes, the difficulty is only the beginning, and the process is not as difficult as imagined.Gradually, some pedestrians paused in front of her, curiously looking at the word Jishi on her banner and thoughtful, but these people finally shook their heads and left.The middle-aged scribe on the bookstall next to him was also alarmed, put down the book and looked at Jin Ling, and said curiously: "If Kun Dao is short of money, why don't you go to the Taoist temple to ask for an offering, why do you need to practice medicine here" Jin Ling smiled and continued to shout, "Incurable diseases, get rid of diseases." ”The scribe was happy, put down the book and said: "People are all medicine to get rid of the disease, how did you come to become a hand to get rid of the disease, can you still cure the disease without medicine" Jin Ling glanced at the scribe and said with a smile: "If I cure your eye disease with my hands, your bookstall will give me a good gift" The scribe was surprised, "You can really cure my eye disease" The middle-aged scribe's eye disease made him lose his qualification for the scientific examination, and he could only make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, when Jin Ling first arrived next to him, he saw that he was very close to reading books, and he knew that he had an eye disease."
Just try it."
The middle-aged scribe thought for a while, and said in a heart: "Okay, let's try Kun Dao's hand in the next place, anyway, I have taken a lot of medicine for this eye disease and it has not worked, and I will not be worse if I try it." ”He sat down opposite Jin Ling, from the beginning to the present, he couldn't even see Jin Ling's face clearly.The people around saw that Jin Ling, a handsome Kundao, finally had her first guest, and they all came over curiously, wanting to see how she got rid of her illness.Jin Ling asked the middle-aged scribe to close his eyes and recalled the content of the Yunluo Needle Sutra, the medical Taoist classic that she had obtained from the Xiaoyao Sanren Cave Mansion, she had only memorized the content, and she had not thought about it well.Picking it up again at this time, although it is a little jerky, it is more than enough to treat a mortal's eye disease.There were no silver needles, Jin Ling replaced them with his hands, and his ten fingers flew to take a photo, circulating and tapping on the acupuncture points around the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, secretly turning his qi into thin needles and piercing them into the acupoints.However, after five breaths, the middle-aged scribe thought that it hadn't started yet, so he heard Jin Ling say, "Okay, you open your eyes and take a look." ”The middle-aged scribe slowly opened his eyes, and gradually saw Jin Ling's face clearly, and was suddenly shocked, and couldn't help but admire: "The bright light is like the light clouds covering the moon, fluttering like the flowing snow of the wind, and Kun Dao is really an immortal." ”Jin Ling smiled and said nothing, and the middle-aged scribe lost his mind, until Jin Ling frowned in displeasure, he hurriedly lowered his head and coughed, and looked away with red cheeks.When he moved away, he suddenly found that the world around him was extremely clear in his eyes, and he was immediately ecstatic."
Okay, my eye disease is really cured, hahaha, I'm fine, I can see it clearly, hahaha" The people around looked at the middle-aged scribe dancing and happily, and they all looked at Jin Ling suspiciously, thinking that just pressing it twice casually cured the scribe's eye disease for decades The middle-aged scribe was overjoyed, Jin Ling patted his ass and stood up, pointed to the bookstall next to him and said: "This stall, it's mine now" t1706231537: